As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Monday, February 23, 2009
It's Getting Kind Of Hairy
Yesterday I went to LensCrafters to get new contacts and new glasses. While I was trying on frames, one of the salesladies came up and asked if I wanted some advice.
When I turned around to look at her, my instinct was to reply "I really can't in good conscience take fashion advice from a woman with a mustache".
Fortunately, my upbringing allowed me to stifle my impulse and say "No thanks, I'm good!".
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